Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1887-11-09

high sounding names and low sound
ing prices: "Beds, 25 cents; single
rooms, 35; gents only.
Down through Chatham Square and
into Park Row he passes. The whirr
Of the morning paper presses was just
beginning. he walked YEARLY
about until 2 O'Clock, having tried In
vain to sleep upon the benches in the
city park. Then q thought struck
him. He was passing the Brooklyn
Bridge entrance as q dozen or 80 OF
people came thence and hailed a
Third Avenue car marked "Harlem."
He entered one of them, ensconced
himself in a. corner, closed his eyes,
leaned back, and awaited the worst.
The party had been to a wedding IN
Brooklyn and we're proportionately
merry. One man persisted in paying
for all, amid the usual ELUSIVE objec.
tions. The recording bell pealed forth
merrily, and our friend felt the con-
ductor's hand upon his arm.
Glare, please ?"
"Well, how many times do you
want my fare ?"
"Beg pardon. sir; I thought" and
the conductor retired. The Western
waif rode to Harlem, and slept all the
way.
But then He stood on Harlem
Bridge and gazed moodily into the
water. A steady tramp OF feet caused
him to look around. They were the
passengers from the East who reached
New York at that weird hour by way
of Harlem Bridge: A woman was
among them, and addressed q man
who walled closely behind her.
Chow dare you speak to me, sir I"
"That's all right, my dear miss. No
harm intended. / only offered to es-
cort you"
you insolent puppy, you've done
nothing but insult me since l left
Bridgeport. I only wish my husband
was here"
The stranger from Chicago crossed
over to where she stood, as her pur-
suer skunk away. "Can | be of any
service, madam ?" The lady gazed
at him with a pathetic look in her
pretty gray eyes, ST wish to 60 to the
Windsor Hotel to await my husband,
but am g. stranger in the city and
have been so insulted-"
"You can trust me to escort you,
madam, if you will
He relieves her of her satchel, and
they are on the stairs of the elevated
road. Good heavens he is penni-
less But she has taken dime from
her we'll filled purse. "No, no, mad
am, cannot allow you to. pro-
test" But, much to his gratitica-
ton, his little "bluff" was unsuccess-
full, and they were soon in the cars.
He saw her safely registered at the
Windsor, accepted meekly her protes-
tations of gratitude and her hus-
bands card, and caught last
glimpse of her in the elevator, flying
upward-as an angel should.
The night clerk was airlly polite.
"Want room yourself, L suppose ?"
"Thank you, no. Had too much
sleep lately. Reckon I'll sit down in
the reading room and think" He
TO the palatial Mushroom, freshened
himself up with hot and cold water
and scented soap from a marble bas-
in, ignored the porter with g. whisk
broom and desire for dime, lodged
the bootblack with rare science, and
stood in the street feeling like, a four
time winner.
Now for breakfast. Soon he had
formulated g. plan, not more daring
than the exigencies of the occasion de-
manded.
He selected the handsomest hotel in
the vicinity, walked boldly In, ex-
amined the register critically, uttered
an exclamation of pleasure, took g.
handful of toothpicks, strolled into
the bar and out again, passed up q
flight of marble steps, placed his hat
upon an extension hat rack, fshed
out some letters and kilograms from
his pocket, to look businesslike, nod
ded loftily to the head waiter, who
had stood at the entrance of the cosy
breakfast room, was obsequiously
shown to q choice seat, and, to a
bending servitor the color of g. new
saddle. he gave his breakfast order.
Quality and quantity were both rep
resented, and he ate with an appetite
in no way lessened by the thought
that the meal would pro badly be di-
gested in jail. But now began the
agony. The waiter He expected a
Tip" So well served breakfast de-
served one. The head waiter! He
stood on guard at the door. What if
he had the hotel detective lurking in
the shadow
To push back his chair, rise with
dignity, brush few crumbs from his
coat and walk out, coolly ignoring the
expectant was no easy task. How
long that diring-room seemed. All
He knew now the feeling OF the con-
demned criminal in his walk to the
gallows, only here was no friendly
arm to lean upon. The threshold
was crossed at last, and he seized his
hat, only to be chilled to the marrow
by feeling the head walters breath
on the back of his neck.
'sWhat room, sir, please 20
"Ninety-nine," he replied, at ram
dom, his nerves bracing to the situ-
alton. He strolled down the steps,
went out at the front door, turned
the first corner and ran like thief.